Rotten luck to find myself in the withering minority as the more clips I see of Inglourious Basterds the less excited I am about its prospects for any sort of awards. And as much as I’ve admired Brad Pitt in many other movies the more I wish there was a role in this one for the coward Robert Ford — to assassinate that accent and put it out of its misery.
But that’s good, though. You guys enjoy the trailers and don’t worry about me. By the time Inglourious Basterds hits screens on August 21, my expectations will have hit rock bottom, and I’m sure to enjoy it more at the ass-end of summer than if I had to be giddy about the promos for the next two months.
